Regardless of the time, the real magic happens when she sings that first note. You’ll forget about the clocks, the traffic, the overpriced shirt you swore you wouldn’t buy. You’ll just be there, screaming every lyric, feeling seventeen and heartbroken and alive.
So go. Get your outfit ready. Set five alarms. And don’t be late. Because Olivia Rodrigo is waiting. And so is your inner drama queen.
Now go forth, you beautiful concert-goer. The time is now. (Literally. It’s 9 PM.)
